In which W & J go to B & R.

Joanna and I went to Western New York last weekend. We had a wedding to see on Saturday in Lewiston, which is like Buffalo, except quaint. And clean. And full of odd high school art installations. Okay, Joanna actually had to do more than just see it. She also had to carry a bunch of flowers down the aisle, and once during the reception she had to help the bride take a bathroom break. But I only had to see it. And blow some bubbles. After the reception, I decided to celebrate by diving into the Niagara River three times. It was at this point that Joanna and I learned that she can still fit into my pants, and I can still tie a tie while shivering uncontrollably.

In the morning we rented a car and drove to Rochester. We turned down the Jeep Liberty and instead opted for the Toyota Camry Hybrid, [Karma +]. Then I chose to turn down the insurance, [Karma -], bringing our Karma balance back down to zero. (In a possibly related note: Mendota Rowing Club's boat trailer flipped over on Saturday. It's yet unclear exactly how that effected our Karma in Rochester.)

Once in Rochester, we were immediately drawn back to the banks of the Erie Canal. Yes, the top of that floodgate is still really high. No, the water temperature is not above 50°. This led to warm up beers back at Sealander's, regular beers at Will's house, dinner, Canadian Coffees at Boulder (What, you've never been?), and some thumbwars at The Old Toad. After some quick camera breaking action, and unexpected camera repair action, we headed off into the night. The next 20 minutes of my life were both nerve-racking and exhilarating. I wouldn't have made it through without Jojo's comforting tentacles and alot of borrowed Karma. Afterwards we stopped by The Elmwood for celebratory tequila and ketchup! And of course, a late night wild ride down the driveway of the old homestead, 161 Crittenden Blvd. And a late night canal jump.